Passed out in Seventh Heaven

"Ugh, is he out? He owes me a lot of money!" A man groans over the passed out Cloud Strike, the muscles mercenary.

"How much does he owe you?" Tifa Lockhart, the beautiful barmaid asks.

"He owes me for the drinks, food, and supplies I paid for him to save my dear Sophie from her kidnappers! He came back with steaks!" The man laments.

"Steaks must be a consolation, however bad it was, for not being able to save your daughter..." Tifa tried to console the man.

"Sophie was my PRIZE COW! Now all she is are STEAKS!" he tries into his beer.

Tifa winces as the realization hits. She had been friends with Cloud as a child, but it seemed he has lost his way. And even so far as to insult a client of his. She thinks a.moment before walking over to the passed out "hero". She picks up his hand , lifting it until his arm is high into the air. She drops it, making his arm slap his side. She waits to see if he wakes up, which he doesn't. She smirks and turns to the man...

"Hey, if you decide to take your payment of him directly, I won't say a thing." Tifa explained.

"Really? You're not gonna say I'm stealing?"

"As far as I'm concerned, you're taking back what's due to you. Go for it."

The man is a bit shocked, but he sniffles as he gets up and composes himself as he reaches into Cloud's pockets to hopefully get his money back...